One of the horrible things I experience, often, is that people never ask: “why should I care?”
Why that is horrible? Why that is disappointing?
Because that question would show that the pilot light of intelligence is not completely extinguished in you. You have never asked that question? Now you know what it means.
Back in 1977, shortly after I won my first architectural competition, and therefore was wealthier than most people I knew, I fell ill: my sinuses put me to bed with high-high fever. I could not sleep 24/7, so I turned to a book, Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World ((Some quotes:
Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him.
An intellectual is a person who has discovered something more interesting than sex.
Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.
)). At some point I had a revelation: The society I lived in, the ideology I believed in, was beautiful, except that it worked for no one, no person living in it. It
